On my face I scratched out Something like a silhouette Around the golden ten like lambs On my face I’ve hidden Away any embarrassment Away from my acquaintances
I’m not Sold on Anything but half a dream I’m not sensing a thing
(I see a blank notebook page)
And it's my life and There’s nothing I can think to write I’m not sense- sensing a thing
I hope you don’t see a thing; smile Through everyone you ever meet
(So what; you gave him the time of day)
Twist back And any suffering. All, dance around I honestly give up And the robe
(I see a blank notebook page)
And it's my life and There’s nothing I can think to write I’m not sense - sensing a thing
Right side falls Heaven be thanks to you I owe you to Right side because Heaven knows it should be so easy
